Cooking and TV

Cooking And TV
Bills and cold coffee
I sat at the table, a cold mug of coffee in hand, sifting through a small stack of bills. The papers lay scattered before me, each silently demanding attention. With a weary sigh, I smoothed out a crumpled bill, my thoughts heavy. From outside, bursts of laughter floated up from the street, slipping through the open window—a lively contrast to the stillness of my apartment. Finally, I set the pile aside, deciding to call it a day. The soft scrape of my chair echoed as I stood, eager to leave the weight of the paperwork behind.

Bills And Cold Coffee